you see what i'm working with, out of desperation going through the purse that you left/
finding your keys, using the alarm to find it, and leave, coming out the store and your honda accord; tied to a tree, somebody on the ground surrounded by police, hear the sounds of their peels, "get on the ground!" then the sound of the rounds and the screams, even if i'm not around, still haunt you in your dreams, i'll stalking you in your sleep, invade your thoughts when you're awake and won't stop until you grieve
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